More than a month later, Sarah woke and sat up and scanned the room for Zaar. She was alone. Her shoulders sagged. In relief or disappointment she didn't know. Last night, when they'd tried the first knowing again, he'd stopped when she'd panicked - he hadn't forced her. She looked at her watch - he'd done something to it so that it kept time on Zyrgin - and rushed to the shower. It was almost time for first meal.
When she emerged from the shower she found their food, but no Zaar. She sat down and opened her dish. Zaar was called away many times, so she assumed he'd be here as soon as he could. Ruling practically the whole universe kept him busy. She didn't envy him that job.
Sarah took one of the fried balls and popped it into her mouth. The delicious flavor exploded on her tongue. Savoring the delicious bite, she closed her eyes.
"Every time you eat armia-zare azuatzo, I want to spend many hours in the sleeping place with you."